Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire

by Morgana Blackrose

  “Gloria’s showing her age, sweetie. You’re as ripe as you’ll ever be, at your peak. The only way for her is down, and the only way for you is up.” She slipped a finger inside my oozing ass and rubbed it around. “Right up, all the way to the top.” She wrapped her tongue around her glistening finger and ran it across my lips.

  “Well, I don’t want to rock the boat,” I sighed. “They’ve all been great to me in the past. I don’t want to be a bitch or start getting uppity with anyone.”

  “Hey, I’m just saying. You should consider fucking Bruno’s brains out some time and then pop him the question. It’ll be worth a lot to you. And I’ll be honest: I think you’re destined for bigger things than flashing your snatch at the Kitty Klub every weekend.”

  “I don’t know,” I said, licking her drops of cum off my chin where she’d put them. “I love it there. The atmosphere, the people, everything. It’s like getting paid just to have fun.”

  “I’ve done movies in the past. The money in that is a lot better. And it can lead to bigger things.”

  I leant aside and watched how the streetlights washed over her stiff little breasts. “So why are you at the Klub then?” I asked.

  She shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I got a bit of a reputation among some of the studios,” she confessed. “For being – shall we say – awkward to work with. Guess it’s a personality thing. Or hormonal.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair. “I think it’s probably more that they just couldn’t handle you.”

  “Heh. I’d rather have you handle me, right now.”

  She didn’t offer any advance on that point, and instead led me by the hand through to the bedroom where we lay, wrapped around each other, until the night took us both.

  Chapter Six

  Cozy Fanny Tutti

  I woke up early next morning with a rapid-fire rap from the front door. Something urgent and important, then; requiring me to get up and move. I crawled over the snoring Honey (who had stolen most of the mattress space and all of the blankets during the night) and swung my robe around my shivering body.

  I was half-way down the hallway when the rap repeated itself.

  “Aw hold on, I’m coming,” I cursed under my breath.

  I twisted the key and flung the door wide, hoping that it would be just some annoying salesman that I could tell to go lose himself.

  Unbelievably, it was Mrs. Groenenberg.

  “Oh. Morning,” I said, flushing bright red. “I, uh...is everything all right?”

  She sighed deeply, her expansive cleavage heaving over the top of her Bavarian dress. “You better tell me. I had a complaint from one of your neighbors earlier, about some noises coming from here during the night.”

  “Noises?” I repeated, and then my amusement turned to anxiety. We hadn’t gotten that loud, had we? I was battling hard to come up with a tangible explanation when I heard the floorboards creak behind me and sensed Honey stepping out into the hall. I risked an anxious glance over my shoulder, and was relieved to see she’d actually bothered to put something on. She came drifting towards us in her black satin slip and high heels.

  “That was me I’m afraid, madam,” she said in her dark, smoky voice. She pushed herself into my back and curled a lock of my hair around her finger. “I was fucking this beautiful bitch’s brains out all night long. Sorry if I caused any of your tenants undue frustration.”

  Mrs. Groenenberg stared through me, not quite believing what she was seeing or hearing. I didn’t believe it either, but I was, strangely, past the point of caring about any possible consequences. I felt a motion behind me and realized that Honey was rubbing herself through her satin. But as funny as it might be in theory, I really had no wish to have Mrs. Groenenberg see any of that.

  “What?” my landlady responded, with a flurry of blinking as if I’d just thrown pepper into her eyeballs.

  “Feel free to join us, if you like,” Honey went on, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I love a hot older woman as much as a cool young one.” She pushed her head against mine and reached around to touch my belly. “It’s a serious offer.” She cradled my head in her other arm and started to nibble on my earlobe. I felt a familiar twitching bulge push against my backside as she did so.

  Mrs. Groenenberg continued to stand there for what felt like an hour, her big eyes growing bigger by the moment as Honey casually slipped her hand inside my robe and ran it through my pubes beneath. Her eyes bulged like Boris, just before he expectorated a fur ball all over my carpet.

  “I’ll go now,” Mrs. Groenenberg whispered in a broken voice, and turned to run back down the stairs. I banged the door shut on her and the pair of us involuntarily convulsed in hysterics.

  “Sorry, babe,” Honey wheezed as I held her up against the wall, “I hope I haven’t just gotten you evicted, or anything.”

  “I don’t care,” I replied honestly, “It was worth it. Just to see...the look on her face. Oh my God, I’m gong to burst.”

  We hugged each other tight and staggered back up the hallway to the bedroom, uncontrollable fits of giggles seizing us with every step. Finally, we made it back to the bedroom and crashed back over the bed, arm in arm, legs entwined. Boris bounced off the foot of the bed where he had been resting and plopped down on the basket chair, shooting us evil stares as he curled himself back up into a little black ball.

  “There’s always space at mine if you need it,” Honey said once we’d managed to recover from the hilarity and the sight of Mrs. Groenenberg’s reddening cheeks. “I have this top-floor studio apartment at the end of Rosenfestplatz. I insist you come some time.”

  “I will,” I said eagerly. “I’ll even visit your apartment.”

  “Hmm,” she grinned, and wormed her hand in between my legs. “Now you’re starting to sound just like me. And you know you can cum over me anytime.”

  I pushed her flat onto her back and climbed on top. I whipped her slip up and pulled her cock upright between my hands. It didn’t need much encouragement to stand to attention for me. “How about right now?”

  Her head sank back into the pillows with a long groan of relief. “Yes,” was all she said. “You know what I want, babe. And I think I know what you like, too.”

  She hardened and stiffened rapidly between my fingers. She folded her arms back behind her head and I raised myself above her, feeding her eight inches into my drooling pussy with a succession of ecstatic moans rising in volume and intensity. As I sank down to straddle her, feeling my pelvis press against hers and her whole length filling me up, I reached over and cupped her breasts in my hands. That golden ring in her nipple still fascinated me and I tugged it, she blew a soft cry of pleasure out of her lips.

  “I like this,” I said, playing with it. “I’ve never seen an earring through a tit before.”

  She craned her neck to look up at me while I rocked gently on her, grinding and pressing on her in slow and sensuous circles.

  “I can get you yours pierced, if you like,” she said. “You would look wonderful with both done.” She pulled my robe open and traced her fingertips across my nipples. “With emerald gemstones, to compliment your coloring,” she went on. “And trust me – once they’re in, you’ll feel so horny. They really do add so much to pleasure.”

  “Then I want it,” I said. “I want both done. I want to know what they feel like.”

  “Okay. Deal. What else d’you want?”

  “Just you. Fucking your bitch’s brains out.”

  She bucked her hips and pushed me up, making my passage burn. I lay down over her and squeezed my lips into hers, drawing our tongues together in fiery, sparking bursts of sexual electricity.

  “Honey,” I asked, “Would you ever go all the way with your surgery? I mean, become a real woman?”

  She shrugged against the pillow. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. Many times. And you know, a clitoris is really just a little dick – they’re made from the same kind of erectile tissue.” She
looked up at me with grinning eyes; the eyes that she knew were irresistible. “But I’m still having too much fun with this. And besides – I wouldn’t be me if I did that, would I? I’d just be an ordinary chick then, like all the others. I wouldn’t be able to lift my skirt and have people gasping and squealing in shock.”

  “Good,” I grinned into her hair. “Because I love you as you are. Perfect, really – the best of both worlds.”

  We rolled over on to our sides, clenching each other tightly. I raised my upper leg to give her more access, and then I felt her start to slap against me as she increased her rhythm. And despite emptying what felt like half a gallon of goo inside me the night before, she still managed to fill my pussy to overflowing, making another huge dark stain on the sheets, which were now in need of serious laundering before they turned to cardboard.

  By the time we’d finished we were breathless, lying back wet and gasping in a swirl of sheets and blankets. She’d taken me to the edge and beyond, making my head burst with lights and sensations I’d never even known were possible, and which I dearly hoped I’d be able to capture again.

  And again.

  She lay on her side facing me, sketching doodles with her finger over my breasts.

  “You know what you need? And what we both need, I think? A holiday. A break from here. A break from work and the same old faces and routines.”

  “I suppose,” I pondered. “I never really thought of the Klub as being ‘work’. I just enjoy it so much.”

  “Come with me to Tokyo,” she said.

  “Tokyo?” I blinked. “Why there?”

  “Because you’ll love it. It’s like nowhere else on this earth. It’s science fiction and fantasy and a whole alien world, all floating in a great big brain-bursting bubble of wonder. Free birds fly where they will, Phoenyx. And your wings deserve to unfold. To the other ends of the world, to see your true origins.”

  I pulled my hair back from my face. It was a strange offer, yet sincere. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before, so totally out of the blue. I didn’t get what she meant about the ‘origins’, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Needed it. Yes, why not. Why not?

  “Yes,” I said aloud. And in so doing, burst out laughing at the totally crazy spontaneity of it all. She hugged me tight, drawing lips into hers.

  “Then leave it to me,” she whispered. “I’ll arrange it all. And you’ll never look back, I promise you.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said. “I hope Bruno can afford to have us both off at the same time.”

  “Maybe if we both get him off at the same time?” she sniggered.

  I threw myself into her, squeezing her close. We slept in fitful dozes throughout the day, and the evening, until the night came and we did it all again.

  The next day, I kissed Honey goodbye and tried to focus on reality, as uncomfortable and unwanted as that was. My mind was too busy imagining the delights and wonders of Tokyo, exploring and experiencing new and wonderful things to have much energy left over for mundane chores.

  Honey had things to do so I went along to the Klub to give Bruno the news in person, and to confirm that we would be able to take leave together.

  I found him standing in front of the stage, shouting things up to the lighting man, who was up in the gantry above.

  “Now, red and yellow,” he said, and twin pools of light splashed over the old red curtains. He turned to me as I arrived.

  “Just figuring out the new lighting rig,” he explained. “Less old-fashioned and more like what they have at rock concerts these days.”

  “Looks fab,” I said. “Bruno, I’ve had an offer from Honey. She wants to take me to Tokyo. Is that going to be any kind of problem?”

  He rubbed his chin, pondering. “How long for?”

  “We’ll be there for two weeks,” I told him. “With maybe a day or two to recover.”

  “Hm, shouldn’t be a big hassle. I can pull in some relief cover, I guess. Even if we just advertise a temporary position for a month or two, to give us a bit of an overlap and some options. Yeah, go for it. You only live once, eh. And I’m sure Honey will go down very well in Asia.”

  “I’ll also need someone to look after my cat, Boris. Do you know anybody who could do that?”

  He looked me in the eye. “Phoenyx, I’d love to take care of your pussy for two whole weeks.”

  I laughed, as I was supposed to. Underneath it all, Bruno was such a good guy, and I knew I’d have no worries about leaving Boris in his hands. Or anything else for that matter.

  I swept my hair back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks so much. I’ll leave you the key to the apartment before I leave.”

  I got home that night tired but happy, after a long walk around the big stores, shopping for new clothes. I planned to take a long, hot bath, have an early night, and call Honey first thing in the morning to talk about the forthcoming holiday. I would have been thrilled and trembling with the excitement of it all – my first ever time on a ‘plane, my first time out of the country – if I hadn’t been so tired. I had no idea that trying on and buying clothes could be so exhausting.

  I put Boris out, grabbed a messy sandwich from what was left in the ‘fridge, and then I heard a clunk from the door. It was a heavy, no-nonsense knock, demanding a reaction. I opened it with a sigh, not really in the mood for anything – not even Honey – and took two steps back in alarm.

  Unbelievably, it was Mrs. Groenenberg, standing there frowning at me as she usually did.

  “Um, good evening,” I said. “Everything okay?”

  “I expect it will be. Care to let me in?”

  That sounded ominous. I stepped aside and she moved past me into the hall, twitching her head around as if searching – or sniffing out – something. She closed the door behind her and turned the key.

  She marched down the hall and went into the bedroom. After a few moments of trying – and failing – to figure out her cryptic actions, I hurried after her. She was peering at the bed, the half-open wardrobe in the corner which revealed my Klub attire, standing with arms folded tight the way my mother always used to before she gave me a lecture on tidying up, growing up, etc. All that was missing was the foot tap-tap-tapping impatiently on the floor.

  “You had another woman here last time,” she said eventually.

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to that, since Honey had made herself pretty damn obvious. So I just nodded, and smiled, humoring her.

  “Oh, yes. So I did. She was a friend. Just visiting. She’s not staying here, if that’s what you—”

  She spun on me so quick I found myself back out in the hallway and pressed against the bathroom door, just to escape her personal circle of anger.

  “No. It’s not what I’m thinking, at all. And don’t you dare go putting words in my mouth.”

  I started to panic. “No, um, I wasn’t,” I stammered. “I know the terms of the lease here. I’d never—”

  I crumbled to a halt as she moved towards me, closing in, pinning me to the door by force of presence. I felt her breath on my throat, like a she-wolf, I imagined. All through my childhood I’d been warned against the male of that predatory species – but was the female even deadlier? I didn’t want to find out. I tried to smile again, but my emotions had broken and fragmented, pieces lost and scattered out of sight. I scrambled after them but they were out of reach. I felt a gulp bulge in my throat.

  Her eyes presented no clear motive, emotion, or intention. I’d read somewhere, probably in one of my mother’s true-life murder books, that the eyes of a killer can look like that; calm, cold, even dead. That silly dream, about Mr. van Leer and his psycho mother – all those years ago – couldn’t have been some kind of warped premonition of hideous death, could it? A warning from the darkest pits of my soul that if I didn’t stop my wicked ways then I would end up dead – horribly, horribly, dead; gouged and slashed and eviscerated in a case worthy of a whole chapter in a book about
the new breed of ‘serial killers’.

  All those thoughts burned through my mind in a flash of time, and while I didn’t see my whole life replayed before my eyes, I did expect that horrible picture show to commence at any moment, heralded by the appearance of a slice of naked shining steel in my landlady’s hand.

  “I’d never...” I squeaked, trying to pick up the fragments of my previous thoughts, and I felt a warm sigh of relief wash over the front of my neck from her direction.

  “Good, girl,” she replied, quieter now. She lowered her eyes, seeming calmer as she set her stare upon me. I wondered what had eased her mind so, and followed her gaze. She was staring at my chest, my tits squeezed under a thin, tight white tee-shirt with no bra. I tried hard not to snigger at the ridiculous thoughts running through my head now. No, she could never…

  But then she did, against all possible reason and expectation. She reached out and touched me, tracing a line with her finger down my right breast and stopping when it reached the bulging nipple, which only began to prickle and stiffen at her touch. I hated how sensitive my body could be at times. That widened her eyes and she looked at me with a strange and suddenly changed smile.

  “Uh...Mrs. Groenenberg?” This couldn’t really be happening. Not my own landlady, who was almost old enough to be my…

  “Yes?” she breathed.

  I didn’t know what to say. Or what I was trying to say, or what I should say. Her finger continued to play around my nipple, stroking it, and then I began to realize why she had locked the door earlier. I just froze there in the hall, knowing that she had me over a barrel. She could throw me out in the street if she wanted to, and I knew then that I would have to please her, and try not to get her back up.

  “Do you love being drooled over at the club?” she asked. “When you’re naked and showing everything that God gave you.”

  I fought back a terrified smile. “It’s okay,” I said vaguely.

  She stepped closer. “Do you think they masturbate over you? Your lithe, young body and your heavy ripe breasts, swinging and bouncing before you.”